[ ... Yeah, everything here feels like it takes a lot less time than it did in space, for sure. Throw teleportation into the mix and... yeah. The days really do just fly by.
Amos looks back at the kids looking at him, but hey, they're kids. They should be allowed to have a good time, just sit and wait on somebody else to make cookies for them. He'd absolutely be doing exactly what Ciel has already taken the initiative on if he'd had the mind for it, he just doesn't. Is more than happy to follow along and take someone else's lead, but he's been very busy with his selfish period up until recently, so, you know. There's only so much that can be reasonably expected from him.
... The temptation to take one of those cookies straight from the tray is. Strong. Ciel must have sensed that, the way she'd immediately warned him, so Amos pivots like it was his idea all along to take one from the plate. He's already taken a big bite from it before she's finished her question, a little noise of bliss emerging from him as he chews, because yeah, it's good. That hits the spot.
He even has the decency to swallow before answering. ]
Dough making. Kinda feels like I should be getting my hands dirty. [ So to speak. Besides, it's probably more active, and he could use it. Let his arms get to work, and all that. ] This feels like it could be industrial sized. We setting up a shop or something?
[ We, because he's decided he's firmly a part of this now. And his spirits have increasingly lifted the longer he's been in the kitchen, so yeah, he's gonna be happy to see this through to the end. ]
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Amos looks back at the kids looking at him, but hey, they're kids. They should be allowed to have a good time, just sit and wait on somebody else to make cookies for them. He'd absolutely be doing exactly what Ciel has already taken the initiative on if he'd had the mind for it, he just doesn't. Is more than happy to follow along and take someone else's lead, but he's been very busy with his selfish period up until recently, so, you know. There's only so much that can be reasonably expected from him.
... The temptation to take one of those cookies straight from the tray is. Strong. Ciel must have sensed that, the way she'd immediately warned him, so Amos pivots like it was his idea all along to take one from the plate. He's already taken a big bite from it before she's finished her question, a little noise of bliss emerging from him as he chews, because yeah, it's good. That hits the spot.
He even has the decency to swallow before answering. ]
Dough making. Kinda feels like I should be getting my hands dirty. [ So to speak. Besides, it's probably more active, and he could use it. Let his arms get to work, and all that. ] This feels like it could be industrial sized. We setting up a shop or something?
[ We, because he's decided he's firmly a part of this now. And his spirits have increasingly lifted the longer he's been in the kitchen, so yeah, he's gonna be happy to see this through to the end. ]